Stepbrothers in the Bratva (Eggplant Canyon Phase 2: The Bratva Moves In) RH Erotic Romance by Sylvie Haas ➱ Book Release Tour with Giveaway
Fact: I’m a people pleaser through and through.
Fact: There is 1 thing that will make my stepbrothers happy…pleasing me.
Conclusion: Who am I to deny their happiness?!?!
Stepbrothers in the Bratva
Eggplant Canyon Phase 2: The Bratva Moves In Book 5
by Sylvie Haas
Genre: Contemporary Erotic RH Romance
Fact:
I’m a people pleaser through and through.
Fact: There is
1 thing that will make my stepbrothers happy…pleasing
me.
Conclusion: Who am I to deny their happiness?!?!
My four stepbrothers have very different ideas of what I should be studying and where I should get my lessons.
I say I should be studying for my science degree, while they say it should be sex ed.
I say I should be at home with my textbooks, while they say we should go to a sex club.
Compromise: A few hours at the club could be the perfect way to break up my study sessions.
But when I find out what my stepbrothers really do for a living and that my mom got caught in the crossfire, the lies unravel.
Can I trust anything my family has told me?
If you love dirty-talking stepbrothers who have over-the-top ideas of how to please their woman, schedule a study date with these guys.
A fast-paced, reverse harem romance novella!
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Quotes:
“I think my soulmate has just landed in my life as my
stepsister.”
“Is there an upper limit to how many orgasms a woman can have
in a day? I’m about to find out.”
“Does my little slut feel those special tingles at the thought
of having sex in front of people?”
Excerpt
We’re wrapping up a phone call with our father, who’s out of town, when we pull up to his house. He’s on speaker phone so we can all hear.
“Carolyn told me not to ask you, but I could never forgive
myself if something happened to her daughter. Make sure Esme gets settled in,
and if you don’t mind staying for the week before she heads back to school,
that would be even better.”
Great, the child prodigy genius who has a higher IQ than me
and my three brothers combined will love being checked on. I’m sure our
presence will go over like a lead balloon.
Maybe she’s one of those all brains and no common sense types.
But we owe the affluent lives we’ve been brought up in, our
jobs in the Bratva, and basically everything to our father. So if it will put
his mind at ease, we’re there for him.
Our vacation in Greece will be there when we finish.
We head in the front door and there’s some kind of motivational
speaking blaring through the home stereo system. What the hell is our
stepsister listening to? Sounds boring as hell, something about med school. I
thought she was getting her PhD. Whatever…PhD, med school, do I even know the
difference? Aren’t they all called doctors once they graduate?
We each head a different direction, calling for Esme.
A faint sound, not a response, comes from the laundry room.
As I round the corner, the most innocent-looking, petite, wide-eyed thing jumps
out, her tits spilling out of her bra.
My dick’s going hard about the same time I realize she’s
swinging the wooden end of a mop at me. What the fuck? I’m so distracted by why
she’s only wearing a bra and panties that I can’t regroup fast enough. Maybe
because all my blood’s headed to my dick.
“Oof!” The wooden shaft nails my gut, but my abs
instinctively tense, minimizing the impact.
I rip it from her hands and toss it to the side before she
goes for an eye or nut jab.
“Esme?”
She jumps back, crossing one of her arms in front of her
milky mounds. The other hand rushes lower, her fingers splayed wide in front of
her panties. My lower brain wishes she’d sink those fingers between her legs
and show me how she likes to be pleased. And that hand covering her tits….she
could play with her nipple.
But since she looks so damn innocent, I’ll offer to do it for
her.
“Who are you? Why are you here?” The waver in her voice
leaves me feeling like an ass. She juts an arm to the counter, taps her phone,
and the podcast stops.
“It’s me, your stepbrother, Yakov.”
Her eyes go even wider. “How do I know I can trust you? Prove
it.”
“Haven’t you seen pictures of us?” Although, it would be fair
to admit that the pictures we’ve seen of her don’t look quite like the
seductress in front of us.
She hesitates. “Mom doesn’t really talk about you.”
“Weird, but okay.” I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and
produce a driver’s license. While she studies it, my eyes rake over her body.
She’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.
My father would be livid if he knew the thoughts running
through my mind. My brothers pile in behind me, presumably hearing us.
“I need clothes.” She’s still trying to cover herself, her
alarm escalating as they come in. She rushes to the side, throws the washing
machine open, pulls a wet blanket out, and drapes it in front of herself. What
the fuck is she doing? Like we’ve never seen a naked woman before.
I’m tempted to crack a joke about learning how to properly
use a mop but she’s too nervous.
“Okay, guys, cover your eyes, get out of here. Let her get
dressed. And be careful of the wet floor, Esme. Our father would be pissed if
you got hurt and end up in the…I don’t want you hurt.”
I almost say end up in the hospital like your mom, but he
told us she doesn’t know her mom’s in the hospital. Esme thinks they’ve gone on
vacation because apparently Esme doesn’t understand that her mother married
into the Bratva.
But news to all of us is that her mother is an informant to
the FBI. That provides extra complications since our family has been working with
them lately, but didn’t realize she was playing both sides. That explains why
they didn’t admit her to the local hospital. They hope to keep her business out
of the prying eyes of people close to home.
As we back away, Esme says, “Could you grab my clothes from
the kitchen counter and throw them in here, please?”
Timofey grabs her neatly folded shirt and shorts, hands them
to me, and I set them inside the laundry room door before pulling it shut.
When she comes out, her perky nipples are no match for her
t-shirt or my cock. Damn.
She must have gotten her bra and panties all wet with the
blanket, and taken them off. Assuming she’s not wearing anything under her
shorts or t-shirt has my dick even harder.
Zak is first to speak up. “I’m Zakhar, but you can call me
Zak.”
In case she was too startled to get my name a minute ago, I
offer it again. “I’m Yakov.”
She laughs. “If he’s Zakhar and I can call him Zak, can I
call you Yak?”
My brothers crack up but I won’t be their laughing-stock just
because our names can be awkward for non-Russians.
“If you can’t say Yakov, we’ll find a different name.” I’m
tempted to have her call me a lot of things, but I’m not going to go into those
right now.
Sylvie Haas obsesses over dirty-talking heroes who fall hard and fast for the women of their dreams. And often you’ll find heroes, yes plural, in one book because Sylvie has such a hard time making the heroine choose one possessive guy.
On most days, you can find Sylvie with the wind in her hair, her fingers on the keyboard, and her mind in the gutter as she thinks up new places her characters can get frisky.
Sylvie Haas books will always deliver a happily ever after, and even though they’re short, they’ll leave you satisfied!
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Sounds like a very sexy story, I like the cover.
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